Qin Yao, that pretty boy keeps staring at me—do you think he’s trying to hit on me?
Inside the volleyball court.
The girl, built like a gorilla, lowered her head shyly as she spoke.
"Lijuan, who’s been staring at you?"
Qin Yao wiped her sweat and teased, then curiously glanced in the direction Zhou Lijuan had indicated. Instantly, her eyes sparkled with delight.
Over there stood An Yi, Bai Xiu, and their two other dormmates.
"He actually came to school today!"
A joyful smile spread across Qin Yao’s face—but then it froze.
Wait. Zhou Lijuan said some pretty boy had been staring at her.
Qin Yao’s beautiful eyes narrowed with suspicion.
She knew all four guys from An Yi’s dorm.
Qin Shan was tall and muscular, with rough features—nicknamed "Gorilla." Just the name alone ruled him out as a "pretty boy."
Liu Dachao stood around 5'7", wore glasses, and exuded a sleazy vibe from head to toe.
Bai Xiu wasn’t bad-looking, but after two months of not eating or drinking, he’d withered into a skeletal figure—sunken cheeks, sickly pallor, and weak limbs. Plus, his eyes kept darting around at girls!
So, by comparison, An Yi stood out like a shining star—handsome, charming, with a roguish handsomeness that made even his wandering gaze seem cool.
Nearby, a few girls blushed as they stole glances at him, too shy to ask for his number.
No surprise there. In just a month, An Yi’s charm stat had jumped from 8.3 to 9.0.
His looks were now at a level where girls on the street would turn their heads for a second look.
"Yao Yao, he won’t stop staring! I can’t even focus on volleyball!"
Zhou Lijuan’s face burned red as she spoke.
Qin Yao grinned, her tone sweet yet menacing. "Don’t worry, his eyes must be acting up. I’ll pluck them out later and wash them for him!"
"Ahh! So annoying! Why is he still looking?!"
Zhou Lijuan stomped her foot, her face now fully crimson.
Qin Yao frowned, sensing something off.
Because right now, An Yi’s gaze was locked in a heated standoff with Lin Chen—sparks flying, as if they were about to throw down. He wasn’t even glancing their way.
"Uh, Lijuan… which pretty boy are you talking about?"
Zhou Lijuan pointed at Qin Shan, bashful. "Him! He’s been staring at me the whole time! Made me mess up so many plays!"
Qin Yao: "..."
This girl clearly had a very different definition of "pretty boy."
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In the spectator stands.
An Yi turned to Bai Xiu with utmost seriousness. "Lao Bai, tell me your life goals. I’ll make them happen."
"I want to sleep," Bai Xiu mumbled weakly.
"That doesn’t count!"
"I crave tits!" Bai Xiu grinned.
An Yi nodded solemnly. "Done. Tonight, we hit the club—full VIP package."
"Wait, why are you suddenly so eager?"
Bai Xiu frowned.
Even for a bro, this was too much. It’s not like I’m your future brother-in-law!
An Yi leaned in. "You wanna work under me?"
"Sure, if you’re a capitalist pig." Bai Xiu yawned.
The word "capitalist" made An Yi pause.
With his current net worth in the millions, he probably qualified.
In just a month, he’d gone from drowning in debt to stacking millions—a terrifying pace.
But An Yi knew the truth:
Small wealth? That’s on you.
Big wealth? That’s on capital.
Relying on healing people for tips, or "redistributing wealth" from criminal dens (ahem, upholding justice), plus exploiting the Demon Fund’s loopholes—it all added up.
But it was exhausting.
For the ultra-rich, a billion was just a "small target."
But for him? Even working 24/7 might not cut it.
He knew how hard-earned his current millions were.
And not every day offered a chance to raid a gang’s hideout. The risks were high.
The Xia Kingdom was full of elites—he wasn’t arrogant enough to think himself invincible.
To hit those billion-dollar targets, he needed his own empire.
And the An Corporation would be his foundation.
Being a big boss, raking in cash while living the high life—now that was the dream.
An Yi thought for a moment. "How about this—monthly salary of 100k. Work for me."
Bai Xiu’s drowsy eyes snapped wide. "You serious? 100k?!"
Even as top graduates of Donghai University, a six-figure monthly salary straight out of college was insane.
An Yi smirked. "You know me—I keep my word."
Bai Xiu shrugged. "Fine. If you can actually pay me 100k a month, I’m in."
Ding!
[Potential] Son of Destiny (Bai Xiu) detected. Add to faction?
An Yi hesitated, tapping "No" for now.
His destiny points weren’t maxed yet—too soon to recruit.
Still, he was thrilled. Now that’s what I call a bro! Didn’t even need to bribe him with women!
Unlike that stubborn soldier over there.
His gaze drifted to Lin Chen, who happened to glance back, scowling.
Why’s this loser staring at me instead of the game?
Beside them, Liu Dachao grinned. "100k a month? Sweet. Take me with you, Yi-ge."
Ding!
[Cloud Hands] Liu Dachao requests recruitment. Accept?
An Yi blinked.
The system was picky.
Ordinary recruits? No notifications—like Ding Renfeng or Yao Ji.
But those who triggered alerts? They were special.
So far, only a few had: the Gourd Immortal, [Iron Arhat] Long, and [Blood Arhat] Hu.
Now Liu Dachao had a title too—Cloud Hands?
An Yi had a similar skill, Thieving Hands—basically pickpocketing.
What the hell was Cloud Hands?
Iron Palm Drifting on Milk?
Not to be outdone, Qin Shan chimed in. "Me too! I want 100k!"
Ding!
[Cannon Fist] Qin Shan requests recruitment. Accept?
An Yi’s lips twitched. Even Qin Shan was special?
Then again, all three dormmates had their quirks.
Qin Shan and Liu Dachao’s physical abilities far surpassed normal people’s.
Back when they first moved in, An Yi wasn’t even sure he could take them in a fight. Bai Xiu had seemed the most ordinary.
But after his hibernation, Bai Xiu unlocked cheat mode, even entering the Potential Son of Destiny tier.
Now was the perfect time to recruit.
An Yi cleared his throat and swiftly tapped Accept on the system prompts. "100k a month? Done. You’re all hired."
"Pfft—you couldn’t even afford dorm fees!" Liu Dachao rolled his eyes.
Back then, An Yi had left the dorm because he couldn’t pay—insisting on moving to a "free" rental.
And now he was talking about six-figure salaries?
young master of the Shen family—a figure of immense power and wealth beyond measure—and awakened the "Destined Ultimate Villain System"! His starting scenario? Running into his icy fiancée who shows up with a mountain-descending divine doctor to break off their engagement. The divine doctor arrogantly taunts: "What does your Shen family have besides a bit of stinking money? You're not even worthy of tying Qingxue's shoelaces!" Shen Fei just smiled. He completely defied the usual script: "Fine, I agree to break off the engagement. Also, notify the finance department to withdraw all investments from the Su family." Minutes later, with its capital chain severed, the Su Group teetered on the brink of bankruptcy! The once aloof and proud ice queen CEO was thrown into utter panic. That very night, she went to Shen Fei's villa, casting aside all dignity to beg and plead desperately... From then on, in this world teeming with Sons of Destiny, Shen Fei embarked on a path of extreme dimensional suppression! A mountain-descending divine doctor? Peerless medical skills? Shen Fei: "Reporting you for practicing medicine without a license! I'll gladly take your ancient medicinal cauldron and twin sister assassins." The Crooked-Smiling Dragon King? Commanding a hundred thousand soldiers with a single order? Shen Fei: "Illegal assembly and suspected treason! Let a fleet of attack helicopters sanitize the area and teach you what the state apparatus really means!" A reborn tycoon? Knows all the golden opportunities of the next decade? Shen Fei: "A trillion in capital to reverse and pump the stock market, making you blow your margin and jump on the very first day of your rebirth!" What Chosen Ones? What bearers of Heavenly Fortune? In Shen Fei's eyes, they're all just chives (i.e., suckers/marks) waiting to be harvested! Shen Fei: "Sorry, but as the Destined Ultimate Villain, I don't play by the rules of honor. I only play the game of dimensional suppression."
d intelligence to keep the plot moving, and sometimes even the protagonists are forced into absurdly dumb decisions. Why does the A-list celebrity heroine in urban romance novels ditch the top-tier movie star and become a lovestruck fool for a pockmarked male lead? Why do the leads in historical tragedy novels keep dancing between love and death, only for the blind healer to end up suffering the most? And Gu Wei never expected that after finally landing a villain role to stir up trouble, she’d pick the wrong gender! No choice now—she’ll just have to crush the protagonists as a girl!
transmigrates into the world as the sect master of the Heavenly Yan Sect, which is on the verge of being wiped out. He binds a system that grants him cultivation power based on the number of disciples he has: for each disciple, he automatically gains a year's worth of cultivation every single day! Take one disciple: every day he gains 1 year of cultivation power. While others struggle through a year of bitter training, he gets the same just by sleeping through a single night. Take ten disciples: every day he gains 10 years of cultivation power. Foundation Establishment, Core Formation, Nascent Soul—he breezes through all bottlenecks without lifting a finger. Take one hundred disciples: every day he gains 100 years of cultivation power. Even a Soul Transformation Venerable before him can’t survive a single blow. Take ten thousand disciples: every day he gains 10,000 years of cultivation power! With a wave of his hand, he topples empires. With a single step, he crushes the sacred grounds of the universe. ... While others fight tooth and nail for secret techniques, Lin Yan casually hands out Nascent Soul-level cultivation manuals as beginner textbooks. While others strain to find talented recruits, Lin Yan opens his doors to anyone—so long as they’re human. In just three short years, the Heavenly Yan Sect went from a backwater sect made up of three crumbling huts to a sacred land that every cultivator under heaven would kill to enter. ... One day, otherworldly demon gods invade, with a million demon soldiers pressing down upon the realm. Lin Yan, yawning, rises from his lounge chair and glances at the system panel: [Current Disciples: 1.28 million] [Daily Cultivation Increase: 1.28 million years] He waves his hand casually, and the countless demon soldiers are reduced to ashes in an instant. “So noisy… interrupting my fishing.”
e, Immortal Body, Transmigration, System, Progression Fantasy, Academy Setting, Third-Person Perspective. Alternate Title: Transmigrating into a High Martial World and Reading Live Comments. Bad news: I transmigrated. This is a terrifying high-martial world, and my original, pathetically weak body fell into a coma and never woke up. Good news: I got a Popularity Points system upon arrival. I can see live comments and even create an unkillable alternate identity. Starting out, the alternate identity has all stats at 1. The system tells me that to grow stronger, I must participate in the plot, gain popularity points to allocate stats and grow stronger, and ultimately awaken my original body. And so, carrying my original body on my back, I officially entered Huaqing Academy, where the story's protagonist resides. From that moment on, Chen Guan kicked the original plot to pieces. Live Comments: [Doesn't anyone find this mysterious coffin guy creepy? He can summon indescribable grey misty hands.] [Is this guy a hero or a villain? What kind of onion became a spirit?] [By the way, does anyone know who's in the coffin? Shouldn't the debt for saving his life be repaid by now?] [According to unofficial histories, the person in the coffin was Chen Guan's first love. Their love was once passionate and earth-shattering, but they were separated by life and death due to worldly circumstances. What a star-crossed pair.] ... Years later, the world knew of a demon god born from a coffin, shrouded in grey mist, impossible to gaze upon directly. His foremost divine emissary often wielded a scythe, reaping lives like the god of death. As war approached, facing former friends and a boundless sea of enemies, Chen Guan merely raised his scythe. "Would you like to dance as well?"
